Chasing Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith was morose

and Beautiful.

His voice,

sounds of a Generation

falling in Love,

finding despair,

trying to see the Beauty

in Everything

while Searching for Something,

Something Real.

Like getting Stabbed in the Fuckin'

Chest and hearing the police say you

killed yourself

when you merely Tried.

Tried to break apart the hurt

and scream melodies with

pain just as deep.

We're looking for our Souls

in thin computers and machinery

that's designed by us, but isn't

the Answer to why We're Here.

Embracing Every distraction,

yet we cry for more understanding

and sincere connections to other people.

Both have a price:

Do Too Much

and you may fall to pieces

Trust Too Much

and you may lose all your pieces

Wishing for a moment of Glory

during the biggest Fight in Life

But we are not Alone.

Sometimes that's all that can save me

from sinking

into Smith's Despair.